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Open Streets Run Red

Pinta, as satisfied with the quality of his and his partner's work as he could expect to be, wiped his paint-stained hands against his sweatpants, leaving a fresh yellow mark over the dingy old colors of the pants. Shaking his head to move his hair out of his eyes (he had long ago learned not to use his hands after graffiti-ing a wall), the artist formerly referred to as Collen glanced around. A lot of the group (the non-murderous or bored ones, at least) had done suns, and this disappointed (but didn't surprise) Collen; the gang was called El Manana, of course. He caught sight of that Davey guy, his banette (Marie?) hovering creepily and making Collen have that tuggy feeling in the back of his head. He had tried to befriend the older teenager once, but that... hadn't worked out, to say the very least.

...aaaand there was fighting going on. Again. Two of the more violent gang members were at each other's throats. That tall guy in the fancy clothes (Jackal, that was it!) was badmouthing the art (always with the implied airquotes, graffiti is an important part of any gang's reputation), acting like it was beneath him or something. And that creep, MK, with his crawly scorpion thing and his knife. And then that Stitches guy had spoken up, good for him, although he had faltered a bit. Poor guy always looked so tired.
 
'Tussle' looked up, seeing where Ignacio was. The Blaziken preferred the solitude and peacefuless of the top of one of Castellia's shorter buildings, allowing him a nice sight, and the ability to find enemies for his freind much more easily. Tussle grinned slightly as he noticed Ace had said something regarding the lackluster 'art' the opposing gang was trying to make. Tussle could honesly care less for tagging, as he knew Josh was perfectly capable of doing so for him, and prefered towatch and listen as the gang's goings-on went along.

Ignacio's wrists were emitting a dull light, enough for him to see his immidiet surroundings, but dim enough not to betray his location easily. Suddenly, over the relative silence of the night, he heard a small blast, and the definite impact of a strike oly capable of being made by a pokemon. His eyes sharpened on the area tat the sound came from, but to no avail as the enormous towers of the city obscured his view. Sighing, h lept down to the streets, landing on his feet with a soft thump. Tussle looked to hicompanion to see the look he was hoping for in Ignacio's eyes. A nod and a flick of the wrist was all the information Tussle needed.

"Sir" Tussle said, his deep voice somewhat drowning out other sounds in the area, "Ignacio seems to have an idea as to the where-abouts of the El Man-...uh, the rival gang is. Should we investigate?"
 
((People need I remind you we aren't trying to kill each other?))

((Yet at least))

"Guys!" Nevermore said as he turned his head towards the bickering group, "no need to start fighting! We will have plenty of time for that when the Eyes finds us."

He had just recently finished a large painting of his own, a large and colourful one with a cloudy-sky theme. In stark contrast his usual, gothic tag was written in the middle, with a rainbow twisting around it.

"I'm in an unusually artsy mood today." He stated as he looked at his piece of work.

"Anyway," he said, turning to his gang once more. "Let's make them notice we're here. I'd sure like causing some trouble."

He reached out the bag that his Cacturne, Jonathan, was carrying. It had, for the matter, been there all the time but unlike its owner it was a rather quiet one.

"It's rather silent tonight." Nevermore stated, as he took out a small radio from the bag. "So I bet they'll be hearing it if we were to turn on some quality music."

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Suddenly, the faint sound of music could be heard. It was a somber, synth melody, followed by simple guitar and droopy lyrics. As it would sound, it came from another part of the city entirely; yet the volume combined with the silence of the streets made it clear to hear even at the distance.

Gears stood quietly, listening to the sudden sound.

Then, he reacted.

"Hold on, I know this song! This is THE song El Mañana."

He turned to his gang again, staring at them with his rather unpleasant, falcon-like, eyes.

"Guys, it's clear to tell that they are taunting us. Let's go find them and show them who's the boss around here."

And with that, he turned and started walking towards the source of the music.

((Not really my best post, I'd say, but I want to get the plot going.))
 
"How easy it is to misinterpret my desires," Anthony remarked offhandedly to Graham, "I never had any attention of doing battle with anyone in this group - we've established by now that if I wanted to battle you, I would be on the opposite team, wouldn't you agree?"

Offhandedly, he dropped a pokeball and sent out his Archeops, Tryna. "I think if we can draw them even further in, the battle will fully explode all the easier. let's hope they arrive soon."

He looked up at Vorser again, and made a quick slashing motion with his arm. Upon seeing the signal, the Hydreigon flew down closer, where it was now at Anthony's side.

"Let Tryna keep watch for now," Anthony said with barely restrained savagery in his voice, "We need you ready for the all-out battle that will most definitely emerge."
 
((*is irritated* I tried to display that I was trying to fight the Eyes, not any fellow gang members. When I saw that was misinterpreted, I tried to make it mroe clear, but...))

Mike stood their in silence, creepily edging towards the group. His cleaver was clean; it was about to be covered with blood. Without a word, M.K. let out Glace, who had a mischievous grin on her face. Vasko, knowing what Sombers was implying, signaled her to do her job.

"Sneak attacks are always important, verdad?" he inquired Nevermore, now displaying signs of content emotion. Not waiting for an answer, Mike turned his vision towards Castelia Sea, glimmering in the stars. When the sun rose, the city would recognize the bloodshed shortly coming. But, he discarded this thought, as it was stating the obvious, and stared into his art.

The others appeared to be calm and mild, but through Mike's emotionless face, he was molting, growing out of his shell. This fight would change him forever. Vasko seemed annoyed by just sitting there when M.K. was in deep thought, so the scorpion traveled along the walls once mroe,peeping over the buildings at times for any sign of combat.

((Ugh. Short post again. But I'm really having trouble on what to write on until the fight /hopefully/ comes.))
 
"Argh...my ears are bleeding.." Tigress groaned. Iris hovered around her head like a satellite, make concerned buzzing noises.

"I'm fine Iris...let's go force those fools to end this idiocy!" She cried, grabbing her icon's pokeball and returning her, before following Gears with a sense of purpose in her step. Under the calm facade was a tigress about to be released...
 
When she heard the faint music in the backround she knew something was up. As soon as Gears reacted , it was obvious what would happen next. "They are so uncreative that they have to taunt us with their own little theme song? That's pretty sad if you ask me."

Calling her Umbreon to her side she whispered to it, "It's finally time for another fight. I just love how stupid some people can be!" Her Umbreon nodded with a slight smirk on her face. Making sure she had Stone, her Scrafty that did most of the fighting, she called him out of the pokeball in a red flash of light.

"Okay, Stone, it's your time to shine once more." It just looked up at her and nodded. That was all she needed before she knew she was ready. This should be a good fight... She thought snickering with her Pokemon following her as she trailed behind their leader.
 
"alright we gonna fight I'm fine with that," ace said he called out his blaziken also,"ok you guys ready,"
As to say yes they both got in defensive stances.
"ready over here gears," ace said.
 
Zero was still smiling slyly as his boss started his song. He knew how much Nevermore enjoyed the arts, and he wasn't about to interfere. He was a little worried about if the Eyes were to show up, but that could be dealt with when it got to that point. Rather suddenly, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and brought to his calendar screen. He sighed when he realized that he had an interview with the Battle Office in the morning. He shook his head several times before pocketing the device again.

"Zzaanng..." Claymore growled. Jason turned back to face his partner, who he knew was itching for a fight.

"Calm down, Claymore. I don't need you getting so anxious." He replied. His attention turned to the street.
 
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"ugh, I hate to be kept waiting," ace said,"boss when are we gonna attack, I swear if I hear this song loop one more time."
 
As nice as the song was, the Eyes were bound to be attracted by the sound. And that meant that tonight was not going to be a quite night. There would be a fight. A few of the others were clearly excited at this prospect.

"Well, at least I got nothing planned tomorrow.", Seneca remarked.

Hina nodded to show agreement. The two of them then slowly made their way to one end of the alley, peered out onto a street, and looked around for any signs of the Eyes.
 
Gears was walking at a very hasty pace, so much he was outspeeding the majority of his gang. The winds were blowing against him, the loose part of his coat fluttering behind him as he walked. He abruptly turned left into an alley, and then right again not soon after that.

And there, at a distance of about 20 metres, stood El Mañana with Nevermore in front.

There was a long silence between the two gang leaders, Gears looking as stern as ever while Nevermore smiled mischievously at his rival. The music was still playing, and the line "Maybe in time, you'll want to be mine" had repeated several times now.

Finally Gears opened his mouth, his voice deep and foreboding.

"So you're Nevermore, huh?" he said, sounding fairly confident. "I was expecting you to look less like a faggot."

"What a coincidence!" Nevermore answered cheerfully, with a tone that one would use when talking to their beloved grandmother. "I wasn't expecting the mighty Gears to look like a retarded Neanderthal Goth."

"What did you just say?"

"I'm just kidding, of course."

Gears emitted an irritated growl of sorts.

"I was totally expecting you to look like a retarded Neanderthal goth, so finding out you looked like one wasn't that big a surprise."

The tension was clearly building between the two, and it was clear that soon, all hell would break loose.
 
Glace returned as thetension was rising between the two gangs' leaders. Without a word, she was returned, and Mike gripped his cleaver tighter than before. Then, to his giant socrpions' dismay, he grinned. The smile was no smirk; it was a true grin. For once, M.K. was content with the situation. His face was no longer impassive, and from now it seemed that it was never going to be again. The Kakuna he just was had molted into a Beedrill, eager to fight. Ambling towards his giant Drapion, Mike began to speak.

"I've asked you plenty of times. Should I hit them with the blunt side?" Mike inquired, hoping for the answer he so desperately wanted. However, Vasko disagreed, and Mike could sense that the other members of his little squadron were agreeing with the Drapion's choice. Vasko shook his head. "Well, that's no fun. I'll just have to knock them unconscious." His face seemed bored, begging for excitement. Sombers patiently waited for his leader's first move. Then, subtly, he would strike.

The Drapion rubbed its claws, which were covered by sharp, taut metal. He was in deep thought, thinking about how the upcoming battle would completely change not only Mike, but him and his comrades as well. Vasko glanced around at the whole gang. Everyone was prepared.

Let the games begin, M.K. thought mischievously.
 
((Glace, gang theme or not, this is still a Pokémon RP. Weapons aren't allowed and I apologize for not making this more clear))
 
Ace stood at the edge of the building watching over the two gangs as tension rose "what a fruit cup," he whispered to steel when he saw the La Mañana leader. Then he notices some brute with a cleaver,"as soon as this fights starts blast burn that cleaver," he said to fire fist, who nodded in understanding.
 
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